Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're all broken up about what happened to Donna.
You have no idea.
- Think this moves him past it? Opie? I don't know, man.
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
...how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us?
How was the walkabout?
- He was brown. Right.
Oh.
- Get him in the van. - I know, man.
I missed you, bro.
The only reason I don't set fire to it is because I love Ope.
Glad you're back, bro. - Yeah, me too. Shit.
What you do for a living is between you and your maker.
They're Mick pricks.
...and drive back to Nazi town.
- Gotta beef him up a little. - Ha.
I never had the nerve To love you
Realization There's no easy way to be free
Heh. Miracle drug.
Right as rain is.
Getting it done.
Niners? Mayans? Who?
Expensive car.
Come on. There we go. That's a good boy.
Come on, Clay.
What do you think, gentlemen?
Now that we're keeping the Oakland business...
If he asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him just because I can't prove it was Clay.
I'm glad he's doing good.
Tell me you killed my wife.
No! No! No!
It's bullshit.
Tell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks...
Run them through Dungloe.
Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi...
You guys take the van, head back. I'll dump the body.
...or we find you and we do this again.
...you'd be ripping off that guy's fingers one by one.
Holy shit.
And nobody tells us what we can and can't do.
True IRA is picking up momentum. North country's getting hot.
Then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.
I'm right here, baby.